thrill


all my longing for you had started arguing with me
but you came… [meeting with you stopped it…]

in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin
whose strings only I can touch ’em to calm me down

any my worry gets metamorphosed into a sweet thrill
as your lips slip on my skin’s skin to spell a new song

in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station
in the deep blue galaxy plays continuously its hit…

and i’m not dreaming, but if i’ll do, don’t wake me up
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Kye Kye ♪

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